The Star Plague

Bragi is indebted to the Anglish priests, and when something starts killing them off and bringing them back like the strange god they worship, they have nowhere else to turn.

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    Bragi spends the rest of the daylight away from the monastery, down at the shore. The brown-clad priests let him wander. Some shift nervously as he passes by. He knows he’s a curiosity to them: his lye-bleached hair and beard, the fading blue-black designs on the shaven sides of his skull, his net of scars. They have not seen men like him.

    He has not asked them yet where they hid his blade and his axe. There is a time for all things.